In Which

The Doctor's Absence is Explained

We were all disappointed, at least a little, when the Doctor didn't show up for the Olympics, right? Well, here's my explanation as to why. Enjoy, darlings!

In Which…

The Doctor's Absence is Explained

Two people sat at a table, one on each side so they were sitting across from each other. One was a man with a bowtie, the other a girl, much younger then the man, in sweatpants and a burgundy t-shirt. The girl leaned back in her chair, her head cocked to the side as she looked at the man with a small smirk.

"Okay, I bet you twenty pounds that I can cause a paradox that you can't fix," she said coolly, licking her lips. The man watched her for a moment, deliberating whether to be nervous or to ignore her confidence in the matter, leaning forward, his lanky arms crossed over his bony chest.

"Fine, you can try," he said after a moment. "But here are the rules…one, you have to go somewhere…some-when, that I've gone to in my past three regenerations. And two, you can't kill anyone."

"Fine. Shake on it?" she inquired, holding out her hand lazily, which he took, shaking it. She stood. "I'll be back in a tick, Doctor."

The Doctor watched as Katrina Lycanthrope pressed a button on her vortex manipulator and vanished in a flash of light.

The Doctor stood in the Olympic stadium, watching as the torch-runners as they made their way up to light the cauldron, watching to make sure the light would be transferred so that the spaceship might fly away into the already brightly lit sky. For a moment, he considered darting out, snatching the middle torch, and running it up himself, but something stopped him.

There was a sound, like bones snapping, and a flash of light. The Doctor turned, confused, to see what had caused the noise.

"Okay, that wasn't as bad as usual," the girl that had materialized said, straightening up. She looked up at the Doctor with calm green eyes, her face holding a satisfied smirk. "Hello. I'm Kat."

"Hello," the Doctor replied, smiling, his attention still half on the torch. The girl, Kat, noticed where he was looking and touched his arm.

"I know what you're thinking…don't."

"What?" he asked, a little startled and very confused.

"You want to run the torch, don't you?" Kat inquired rhetorically. "Don't."

"Why not?"

"Bad things will happen."

The Doctor stared for a moment, blinking, before deciding to ignore this strange girl. She didn't sound very convincing…and he still wanted to run the torch. It'd be fun.

However, by now it was too late. The kids running the torch had already reached the place of lighting with no mishaps. The Doctor sighed. That was disappointing…he'd really wanted to run that torch. He made to turn back to the girl, but she was already gone again. He'd missed the flash of light and sound in the excitement of the lighting.

Katrina sat back down in front of the Doctor, smiling. He scowled at her.

"So, you owe me twenty pounds," she said matter-of-factly. The Doctor sighed, knowing she was right. He couldn't fix this paradox that Katrina had created without crossing his own timeline. He really hated crossing his own timeline, but he wished she hadn't chosen that particular event to create the paradox from. Running the torch had been cool.

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